Debacle

What a debacle of a day.

Screwed up the bibliography for the essay I had to hand in today. Fixed it up in the end, but still.

French, was supposed to print notes double sided, ended up printing two pages on the one side.

It rained.

Accounting midsem was very...hard. Unexpectedly so. I think it's the only subject I've ever done where the tests and exams are harder than I expect them to be. The study session was good for bonding though.

Hope it gets better tomorrow. But, probably won't.

Word of the Day: Debacle

Live Forever

Damn. Apparently, no more Oasis.

In case you missed it (which you probably have), Noel Gallagher quit the band and cancelled all their remaining gigs for this year because he couldn't stand his brother any longer.

To be fair, even if they were best friends, they'd still inevitably clash. You can fire a random, or even a friend, but your brother...

Anyway, on to the music. It's magical. The first two-and-a-half albums were pure gold. If you've only heard Wonderwall, I encourage you to listen to other songs, or, God forbid, the whole first three albums. Supersonic, Live Forever, Morning Glory, Some Might Say, Don't Look Back in Anger and Whatever are definite musts.

Funny the way I first found them out. Sang 'She's Electric' in Year 10 for chorals, and we lost dismally once again. But you could hear a buzz when they were like "We're going to sing a song by Oasis." And I go, "They must be pretty famous." But I thought nothing more of it.

Then, at the Year 11 assembly, Visa sang Wonderwall (after about five failed attempts at getting the mic to work. Funny stuff). And I was like, "Hmm. This song is deadly. And that's twice I've heard their name now. Must start mass downloading." So I did. And I got everything. And I got hooked.

I'm sorry if they don't do anything for you. But they really vibe with me. Melodically and lyrically, and usually vocally, they are supreme. I also respect Noel for his songwriting and guitaring ability.

On a side note, it really hasn't been a good year for music. King of Pop dead. One of the best rock bands in the world disbanded. I'm just scared of what's going to happen next. I mean, good music's almost dead. If anyone else goes, there won't be any music left.

Even if there is no more Oasis, their music will 'Live Forever'.

Word of the Day: Oasis

Relief

Phew. So relieved on my near calamitous stupidity. We actually got an e-mail telling us that the essay that was supposed to be due tomorrow is now due Monday. Completely missed it because it was titled 'further advice.' Me, being the arrogant jerk I am, didn't read it. Who needs further advice? My arrogance/pride/idiocy will be the death of me.

In other news, today I was working on the aforementioned essay. Whilst taking one of my numerous breaks from working, I could not help but chance upon (read: actively looking for) random things and now I have a lot to gripe about.

First up, I was reading a news article about exploding iPhones. This guy was commenting on the article, being all freaking sarcastic and witty saying "Wow, 2 iPhones exploded out of 5 million. I'm not to worried about my iPhone exploding." What a jerk. Self-interested, self-centred jerk. So I replied to his comment. I rarely do this, as I see it as a waste of my time, and there's usually no need to weigh into an argument that has been thoroughly canvassed before. It went something along the lines of this:

I think you've missed the point there Matt (I think that was his name). It doesn't matter whether 1 in 10 blow up, or 1 in a billion blow up, that one person is still a human being who has been affected by this. Even if you're selfish and self-serving, which, I gather, you are, think about this: that next 1 in a million person could be you. These types of faults shouldn't even be occurring in electronics. I don't why you're even debating the significance of these faults, when clearly they can be remedied in the production process to improve the safety of the people using them.

That put one idiot in his place.

Next, I was casually browsing YouTube (read: spent an hour there). I started viewing some MJ clips. I'm getting sick of people saying "I miss you Michael," but what's worse is the people that are going "Oh, now you're saying he's great. Before he died, nobody said that." What the hell were his fans saying then? Far out. Some people just enjoy their blanket statements and acting all holier-than-thou without any substantial evidence to back up their arguments. Or any evidence at all. But then, I look at the spelling on YouTube, and I'm not surprised. I'll finish with this sentence:

"omg i think mj was some wear in the stadium."

Word of the Day: Jerk

Trapped in a vortex of terror

The wind swirled around him, turning him left, right, in every direction. Turning him in directions he didn't even know existed. The howling grew louder. Louder. And still louder.

Then, suddenly, inexplicably, it stopped. And yet, he could not escape. For there he was, stuck in a vortex. A vortex of pure terror and fear. For which man can carry the burden of...

5 billion assessments in one week?! Muahahahahahahhaha.

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The events that occur in the story above reflect my life quite nicely at the moment (I wonder why). I, like the protagonist, have been, yet again, blasted by gale force winds at Monash, and for a change, elsewhere as well.

Also, I have about 5 billion assessments due in the next week.

And I am confused. By many things. Just like the protagonist in the story.

Unlike him, however, I got eaten, chewed up, digested and spewed up by the French test today. Absolutely screwed over. Should probably study next time/learn stuff.

Word of the Day: Vortex

200th post! You'd better read this

Yes, this is the 200th post from this blog.

Keeping true to my habit of blogging excessively when I have way too much work due, I'm going to release this beast of a post.

First up, just letting you know how much stuff I have on this next week.

Today, group presentation for accounting + accounting work. Tomorrow, French test. Friday, essay due. Monday, accounting mid-sem.

It doesn't end after that.

French work is due on Wednesday. Whoever told you uni was easy probably failed everything, including life.

Anyway, on to the commemorative stuff.

Some of you are probably still unaware that this is a blog that is actually linked to Facebook. Now seems like an apt time to bring it up again. See, over time, I’ve had to adapt to a new medium of communication. Amazing how many more people go on Facebook then on my blog. Well, maybe not. Anyway, the blog has now undergone a URL change (for about the 50 billionth time). I think the time is right, owing to:
1. my new-found "skill" at word play, and
2. the humour value of this name is much higher.

So here it is: thehuangout.blogspot.com. You should go there. It's much better there than on FB.

You probably think I put an astounding amount of effort into typing up these posts.

That’s not astounding. What’s amazing is the fact that, after a hard day of uni, or work, or partying, or whatever, people will actually sit down and read something that sometimes reaches 2000 words, and that I can’t even be bothered reading over again. I’ve always maintained that the effort and dedication of bloggers is nothing compared to the people who read their blogs.

After 200 posts, I am still unable to define what this blog does exactly.

I guess it opens my eyes, and hopefully your eyes, to the fact that any life is interesting, even your own, even though you may think otherwise. I mean, you probably think I go looking for adventure everyday from reading this. I don’t. I live a very mundane (semi) normal life.

This blog, apart from being a place where I can vent my anger, spill my sadness, share my happiness, recount events of importance and significance to other people, tell bad jokes without fear of retribution (most of the time), express my not-too-important opinion on current affairs, generally talk about life, and exercise my itch to write stuff, is probably closest to an exploration of humanness or humanity. Too often today, we see people unaware of the fact that every person has their own family and friends, their own dreams and aspirations, hopes and fears, emotions and feelings. The cause of most hurt in today’s society is caused by a lack of understanding of other people, a dehumanisation of sorts, both in relationships and in world affairs.

It’s also pretty mad how I can read and gain insight about how stupid/immature/unfunny/everything else back in the day. Or even one week ago.

I think I like the fact that I can speak to no-one in particular, but at the same time, I can potentially be talking to everybody. One of the things that gives me kicks is when a friend that I didn’t know read my blog, or at least regularly, comes up to me and goes, “Hey, I read your blog the other day...It was very...” And it’s even better when they can vibe with what I’ve written. The highlight of my life was when the girl of my dreams calls me and was like, “Wow. That post made me cry. It was that touching.”

Oh wait. That was a dream that I had a couple of months ago.

I think a thank-you is in order for my readers. Thank-you for being there when I’m bitter, jaded, not writing too well, happy or not making too much sense. Thank-you for taking my sometimes dramatisation of my life in your stride, and not making too many snide remarks. Now that you know that reading my blog is actually an activity associated with cool people, you can admit it here. I know a lot of you won’t though. But that’s OK. That’s the point of this thing. You can see without being seen. In fact, that’s the basic premise of the Internet, so I won’t ruin your fun. It'd just be great if you could grace me with you presence. Or even just a comment. Cheers.

See y’all in post 201.

Church Watch Episode 2

And today's saying outside the Burwood Highway Church is: "Choose to smile, not frown."

Sounds like a good idea, right?

Kinda hard to put into practice. But I'll try. Definitely sounds like a lot more fun then moping about all the time.

This week has passed in a haze of very little sleep and very much coffee (well, very much for me at least).

I've also noticed how much I've been hitting my head on those bus handle things that dangle from the roof. Seriously, it's not like I'm blessed with abnormal height. Imagine how many times taller people hit their heads on those things. Another reason not to take public transport, I guess.

I've been thinking. Yes, again. You know how people say you should never give up? Well, I've been thinking that there should be a point when you do give up. Or at least, not try as hard. Because it gets so frustrating sometimes that it just does not seem worth it.

After having said that, I know I won't. I never do. Serious character flaw, I think.

Next blog post, look out for post number 200. A special milestone, I think. Which calls for special somethings. Hang out for it.

Word of the Day: Frustration

Stuff rapping, I'm going to be a poet

And so it was that I thought, “Oh, how fortunate for me to meet such a delightful young lass. Her humour and wit surpasses even mine. A natural charm becomes her, so much so that it infuses the very air with the colours of joy and happiness. A happiness so infectious that one cannot help but smile even when in the deepest depression.” Abridged part coming up: "The weight upon my heart becomes a memory of the distant past, like a bird learning, finally, at long last, how to fly."

And I thought after that "I’m going to have lunch now."

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That was a mad passage of inspiration that I came up with it yesterday because Imesha told me to write about...um...something. Yeah. Better not say. Gangland affiliations and all that jazz. It has great potential to be part of a novel. It was probably a result of 4.5 hours of sleep, two coffees and an accounting tute. It does strange things to your brain. Or maybe just mine. But I still think I can top that if I was writing for someone that I liked. As in, like like. Never mind. You're probably too daft to get the difference anyway.

Today was no better. In fact, it could be argued that it was worse. I had a total of 3 hours sleep last night. Weird thing was, I didn't really feel it til now. Now, I feel like I'm about to fall asleep in this seat. Now y'all know where my outrageous claim that "Your amount of sleep last night was greater than my amount of sleep over the last two." And no, I wasn't out partying. I was actually doing work, all of which was due today. Stupid French. And to top it all off, the French tutor was all like "You can hand it in tomorrow if you like." And to top that off, I got approached by a church guy at the bus stop today.

I just don't understand why he picked me. I was being anti-social as hell. Plugged into my iPod, staring at the ground, with a scowl on my face due to the relatively indifferent day that I had had. And he approached me to talk about how he was from the church of Jesus of the Latter Day Saints (amazing how I remember these things). Which was fine. Until he tried to get my number. At which point I said no. I wanted to say, "Well, maybe if you were a girl, or a guy I semi-knew." So he gave me his. I just don't understand we he targeted me.

What I really wanted to say to him when he asked me what religion, if any, I believed in, was that I believed in the religion of being a nice guy. And I wanted to tell him how today, I held up an elderly man while he was falling over, and gave my seat to him (on the bus of course. Duh. Why would this happen in a lecture theatre?) And the white Monash kid, who gave the old man an insolent glare when he told him to move over just a little bit, did not. This will be in my Arsenal to use against any racist stupid enough to start mouthing off at me.

Wow, that was a ramble of epic proportions. And to top it all off, I'm gonna have a go at the ASEAN club.

My disapproval for the conscious formation of ethnic ghettos/clubs notwithstanding, I just dislike how shallow their concept of being an Asian is. Their understanding of Asian culture is noodle-eating and break dancing. And the break dancing today wasn't even that fantastic. And they speak goddamn English. Like, shouldn't English be outlawed there?

And I think that I upset a friend pretty bad yesterday. Sorry.

Apart from that, sorry if I offended anyone else. My brain isn't functioning at the moment, and apparently I offend people even when it is functioning. So I'm just gonna be like Noel Gallagher and say that everything's just amazing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vavA4NUKpy8

Word of the Day: Tired

I should kick this habit

I'm like an international rock star. Maybe minus the star part.

See, every time I rush-release an essay, much like when I rush-release an album, I am left to reflect on how much better I could have done had I started earlier.

I am also left of reflect upon why everything has to be due on exactly the same day. I mean, yeah, between subjects, that's understandable, as there's no co-ordination or communication between different subjects. But French is just ludicrous. Why two things are due on exactly the same day for French alone I'll never know.

I'm really tired. I might go and buy a coffee or three today. Not that I think they'll do much for me. These things never do. But at least they'll keep me warm. I'm also very cold right now.

Word of the Day: Assignments

Reminiscing bout the good days

Last night, I just randomly started getting all nostalgic and mopey. You see, I was thinking back to the Melbourne High days.

Yeah, it's taken me more than a year-and-a-half to realise how much I miss it. Things were so simple back then.

The sunny lunchtimes playing football with the lads. Actually, it's weird how in my mind I always remember it being sunny there. Probably some symbolism there.

Fooling around with my friends.

Mucking around just for the sheer joy of it. Don't do that very much anymore.

Catching the train with friends. Damn it, that was one of the best parts of the day actually.

No girls to get infatuated with.

No dodgy assignments where I didn't know where to start.

People that actually said "Hi," and "Bye" and acknowledged your existence.

Far less awkwardness. Everyone was realer back then. Truth hurts, but lies hurt more.

I didn't feel out of place acting like a tool towards the people that I had a dislike for.

The random things that would happen that would make everybody crack up.

It's really, really sad how one can get so attached to this school. Bordering on tragic actually.

Word of the Day: Melbourne High School

Fab-regas

Fabregas. What a player.

Arsenal. What a team.

Systematically rip Everton apart.

What a start to the Premier League season. The only disappointment - well, two really - was the fact that Chelsea didn't at least get held to a draw, and the fact that I captained Lampard instead of Fabregas in the my Fantasy team. How was I to know that Hull would be better than Chelsea?

But yeah. Arsenal. Woo. Unbelievable football. Can't wait til they destroy Celtic.

Word of the Day: Arsenal

Alien INVASION!!!!!!!!!

One day, aliens will visit Earth. And they'll be like, "Why do these Earthers cut the fur sprouting from their head, when it would keep them warm, and it is clearly cold?"

There are other things that they may find weird. Like why this guy is struggling to motivate himself to do his management essay, when he knows that it needs to be done. Or find the guts to do anything that needs to be done.

Or why he finds communicating through script so much easier than through speech.

And why humans make things harder for each other.

Or maybe why this guy is endangering his life by having his music up so loud that his room is going to collapse.

And possibly, they would wonder how, with their telepathic abilities, how they could not break through the poker face and into the mind of this young chap and discover his so-called secrets, but all his Earthling friends somehow know.

Or why this guy could not foresee that he would be swamped with work in this following week. And how this seems to surprise him around the same time every semester.

And probably why this is writing this from the perspective of them coming to visit Earth.

Word of the Day: Aliens

Damn

I hate it when you're friends with someone, then the spark just seems to disappear suddenly. Like, they're suddenly cold towards you, or you just start disliking them. Not that it happens all that often. And for that I'm very grateful. But it's a wretched feeling. Probably because it's so hard to find that spark again, if ever.

Word of the Day: Spark

A shout out to the people who made me laugh today, and probably most of the time as well

Davy and Imesha. I appreciate how you guys fabricate complete lies and fairytales for my benefit. Even though my cool, sarcastic, sardonic and cynical exterior doesn't show it, I appreciate it very much. I was laughing on the inside. And happy on the outside and inside.

James Cheng. Just because I saw him. And his sister. Because she's so random. Her name's Yvonne by the way.

Meng. He's just a funny guy.

Sam Ho. Fantasy Team Funnies. He was all like, "So, like, do they get points according to how many touches they get?" And I was like, "Bro, it's not AFL," and he's like "phully omg roflcopter, I thought that 200 and something score for Gerrard was the score per game, not the whole season."

Victor. With his "let's webcam each other during lectures" idea. Not only was it stupid because there was no sound, and it was during a lecture, he also forgot that it would consume our data limit like an...orange-eating monster eating a bucket of oranges.

If you're not here...well, there's always next time. You know what to do to get on here. Or you should be able to figure it out. If you can't, you don't deserve to make the cut.

Church Watch

Not a bad day today. Well, it got a bit dodgy towards the end, but one can't everything in life, can they? I saw a lot of cool people today, although I'm not sure all of them were exactly happy to see me, but I was happy to see them. Yeah. If you feel guilt at the pit of your stomach right now, that means you.

Anyway, there's a church opposite Burwood K-Mart. I like how they have this billboard out the front of it with inspirational or thought-provoking messages.

Now, I'm not a religious person. A little, little bit superstitious maybe, but definitely not religious. Not that being religious is a bad thing. I respect that people can believe so strongly in something that they can't see or prove exists. As Fowler in the Quiet American says, I wish I could be like them.

I do believe, however, that the Bible is a very interesting read. Not that I've read the whole thing. But parts of it. Also, I believe that many Christian values match my own. I was once asked whether I was a Christian after I loaned my mobile to a scary-looking Maori guy at a train station. He did give me his wallet for collateral, but still. He could've killed me, then taken his wallet back.

I won't pretend that it doesn't annoy me when self-proclaimed Christians do very un-Christian-like things. Like just generally being a bad person. Maybe it's just rash of me to assume that Christian people are supposed to be good folk. Not good, as in goody-goody, just to a standard of niceness that is generally expected of people.

Like this one time we were in a restaurant, this Christian family sitting next to us were talking about Jesus and stuff. Which was fine. Until the waiter came along, gave them the wrong dish, and they were like, "Shhh. Don't tell him." Not in a jocular way. Like, as in the full-on didn't tell the guy, and they just started eating. That, to me, is way below normal standards of decency and morality, let alone Christian principles. This isn't the only example, but we'll leave it at that, as I don't know where I'm really going with this. Maybe some of my Christian pals can inform me as to whether this is right or not.

The point of this was to start a new segment. Every Monday, there will be a segment on this blog called Church Watch. And I will post the message they have on that good old billboard and discuss with y'all. As I said, they are very thought provoking. Today's is as follows:

Never give up on your dreams.

Okay, so this is one of the slightly more boring ones. But still. One needs reminding every now and again. Like I do now. Be it study, work, relationships, whatever you want to achieve, never give up on your dreams. Because sometimes the stars align, and things just fall into place. And you need to keep your faith in order to take that opportunity when it comes along. I'm sure I'm not just talking to myself here.

Word of the Day: Church

Curious, curious

And with about an hour-and-a-half of fairly good application towards my work, I seem almost up to date. And I thought I was really behind.

Another observation from today was that I really shouldn't jump and land on my right knee. Right leg was bad enough. Right knee. Stupidity beyond reason.

I also need a wallet. And possibly a bag. And, although I don't technically need it, it would be nice to have an iPhone. I mean, the screen protector on my phone's coming off. Surely that's a good enough reason.

A lesson to be learned from today can be divided into two parts:
1. Do not stick your finger through the ear of a cup so far that your finger gets stuck.
2. If you're stupid enough to do this, do not pull your finger out until cup is empty.

Alas, my sister (the older one, which is even more astounding) contravened these two no-nos. The result was hugely dynamic: flying hot chocolate with sound effects and cup twisting movement. A sight to behold.

A sorry goes out to the Ambassadors for skipping lunch. The marginal cost of attending severely outweighed the marginal benefit. I had work to do, dad had a day off, I'm poor, city on a Sunday, public transport on a Sunday (which is linked to city on a Sunday). Sorry to deprive you of a scribe for this 'extravaganza. I nominate Rui 'Raymond' Ling to replace me.

I don't know where I was going with that post. I think it's because I'm in a very 'meh' mood.

Word of the Day: Meh

Arsenal signs Isaac Ho for an undisclosed fee

Ha. That got your attention didn't it? Wish it would come true though. He'd be a lot better than all of those so-called holding midfielders combined. If it does happen, you heard it here first.

My point was that I think it's time for a boring football talk post. So let's talk football.

We'll start with Arsenal. I hope they sign people. Namely a holding midfielder. And a central defender. And hopefully a decent striker as well. And possibly a full-back. And another striker, just in case they all get injured, which they have a knack of doing. Also to replace Bendtner when he decides to act as a defender for the opposition.

I'm pretty glad they got rid of Adebayor. He was way, way, way too full of himself. Very, very good sell. Toure, not so good, but what can you do? Money talks.

Barca and Inter. That was the deal of the century for Inter. They get Eto'o, Hleb on loan and 40-something million Euros, for Zlatan Ibrahimovic. I am of the opinion that I wouldn't have paid more than 40-something million Euros for Zlatan, let alone trade one awesome player and a good bench-warmer on top of that. I'm sure Guardiola knows what he's doing. He did win the treble after all. That's gotta count for something.

Ridiculous Real. I was just thinking today, why don't they just create another team instead of trying to offload all these players? Just create a Real Madrid Rejects team, shunt all those unwanted players there, and they can dominate the lower leagues, and sell more shirts at the same time. Good business plan yeah? Bet you they steal it off me. Watch them create a new team next week.

I've decided that if I get uber-rich one day, I'll buy half shares in Arsenal and buy whatever team Roy Keane is coaching at that time. Also, flying pigs will be a common occurrence by that time.

Word of the Day: Football

Being strange makes us unique. But still strange.

I have been known to ask strange questions now and again. Hell, I've been accused of being strange more times than I can count. Most of the time with good reason. But something happened today that, while not the weirdest thing that has happened to me ever, was definitely up there. Possibly in the top 5.

Ok, so there's this girl in my French tute ("Ha, of course they're weird then," I hear you say, "they're Arts students." And to that I reply, "Ha. Ha. Ha." Even though you have a very valid point) who's very cute. Cute, as in she behaves like, and has the mannerisms of, a 10-year-old girl. Today, she asked me for a pencil. But it had to be a sharp one, not a blunt one.

You probably think that's the extent of the weirdness. Like, just sharpen it, right?

No. The strange part follows below.

I go, "Is a pacer alright?"

And the girl (her name is Annie) replies: "A what?"

Of course, as a defence mechanism, I bust out my semi-sarcasm. "Pacer. You know. Mechanical pencil." And to illustrate my point, I wave it in front of her face. And Annie, being totally serious, goes "Oh, that's what you meant. Yeah. That'll do. But what did you call it?"

"A pacer."

"Oh. Right." She gives me a strange looks, then starts writing whatever she intended on writing with my pacer in the first place. But the funniest thing was that Liz, another girl (they make up about 80% of Arts subjects except for politics) in my French tute, saves me from looking like a socially-detached moron by saying to Annie "What do you call it then?"

"A tube with lead in it."

You probably think that Annie's a fob. She's not. She speaks flawless English. Sure, she's Russian, but not like, "I'm Yuri and I drink vodka" Russian. Like, I'm almost 100% sure she was born here. As I said, bizarre. If you don't think that whole exchange was weird, especially with the bonus of Liz backing me up, I'll re-enact it through role-play next time we meet.

Speaking of which, I ran into Tamara three times on Tuesday. Once was already like overload. Three times? What did I do to deserve this?

Only kidding Tamara. I actually love people stalking me. Please don't kill me.

Word of the Day: Weird

I should earn some revenue for this

Today, I edited video. No, not for fun. I did it because Davy was all like, "Oh, you gotta help me secure this girl man, cos it's her 21st, and we gotta make this DVD, cos you're like, so good with video editing and girls (not in combination)." Little did he know that the girl part was not very true.

But I did use my slightly-above-average (very slightly) logic to get the job done. It took a whole day, but we got there. It's a pretty cool video too. Should put on YouTube, and get murdered by his girlfriend.

And I was thinking again today. I don't know why. I've been thinking a lot lately. Anyway, I was thinking that oftentimes we don't realise how deeply out actions hurt other people. And when I mean don't realise, I mean that we do not even consider the idea that said action might be hurtful to the person. Like, in doing this action, we do not think that there is any possible way to hurt someone. And yet, it still does. Amazing.

Still have no idea why I started thinking about this. Starting to go all soppy. Probably due to my lack of Vitamin C, D and E.

Word of the Day: Video

Andrew thinks...again

Yes, it's such a rare occurrence that it deserves a mention. There is a reason for this. I'm in my management tute. And we are talking about essay writing. Which means time for thinking.

There's this girl that keeps eying me off in my tute. Either she finds me weird or...she finds me strange. Maybe even both. At the same time. She also has a very...interesting dress sense. Yeah. They don't call me King of Understatement (c) for no reason.

So owing to the fact that I started this post in my tute and I'm finishing it now, I'm going to talk about the dinner that I had with Kelvin and James. Apart from being a very good catch-up session, I also saw the funniest thing that I've seen in a while. There was sign outside La Porchetta that said "$12 buffet". That's not funny in itself. The funny thing was that it was in Chinese. No English. Just Chinese. I think they are very good at targeting a specific market segment. Needless to say, we went in, because Kelvin can read Chinese.

So all up, it was 15 bucks each, and all you could eat off the pasta and pizza menu, and unlimited soft drink. Yay. Should do it again sometime.

Now. On to the promised thinking part. Really, I had a thought. I've just forgotten it now. So you'll have to be content with a second-rate musing.

On the bus to Box Hill (shudder), I saw a gangsterrrr Melbourne High guy with spiky hair. Well, I think that's the only type of MHS guy you get nowadays. And he looked really gangsterrrr. And then, when he sat down, he busted out a book. Like, a full-on epic novel. In English, not Japanese manga, which I thought it was originally. And I just thought it strange that no matter how hardcore MHS guys look, deep down, they're always ner...I mean... academically-inclined. Bizarre.

Word of the Day: Gangsterrrrr

Good public transport yesterday, terrible form today

One day without updating my blog, and people start clamouring for for a post. It's amazing that people notice the absence of these inane drivels of consciousness, especially those that I wouldn't have thought would read it. But there you go.

This is also going to be a pile of not-very-well-thought-out drivel, and will probably be low on humour and loaded up on jaded bitterness. I've been, and still am, in what they call a "fey" mood, fey meaning strange. I'm not exactly unhappy, just not very in it, and slightly tired, but not from anything discernible. Feel like I just can't be bothered making the effort with much at all. Just sick of it all I guess. Hope tomorrow's better. Please let it be better. Not that today was bad. I just made it bad.

Yesterday was a very fortunate day of public transportness. Why didn't I talk about it yesterday? I didn't think anybody would be interested. Why am I posting it now? Shut up.

On the way to uni, the ticket machine receptacle thing was out of order. Then on the way back, I was on an express bus, because that stops at my usual stop. However, my mother called me and told me to get off at a stop that an express bus would normally not stop at. And I forgot that express buses don't stop there. So I kept going until I got to the stop, whereby the bus driver was like "Yeah, next time, make sure you don't get on the express." But he stopped for me. Apologising profusely, I gratefully got off.

I still can't pinpoint why I was in such internal turmoil today. Combination of things I guess. And just to cap it off, it's raining now. Heavily.

Don't worry if you didn't understand the above. I don't understand it most of the time either.

Word of the Day: Fey

Open Day

After my masterpiece of a post on Friday (that was my last post - I highly recommend you read it, I think it's so good it has the potential to become a song - something like U Got It Bad), today's post will be about something much cheerier and happy.

That's right, Open Day 2009.

As opposed to Open Day, 2008. Which I did not go to.

Anyway.

It was good in many respects. For one, I could offer my services to people without being abused once, in contrast to my summer job, where being abused by customers was part of my job description. In fact, most of the people visiting were great. The fact that I got called a "good soul" and a "top bloke" says it all. I mean, nobody calls me those things. And I was just doing what I was supposed to as well.

Highlights (why do these things always seem to involve highlights - probably because I can't be bothered writing a coherent piece) included:

- Helium-balloon-making with Anna, Evonne and James (check that alphabetical order - I knows Engrish). That was pretty mad. But only after we got the damn thing working. The task required fingers of steel and a resolve of iron. Oh, and ability to hang onto a balloon. That's kind of important. Slightly. Also interesting to find out how many people within our society lack the core skill of being able to tie balloons - not that I would mention any names intentionally. Only in passing. *Cough* Stef with and F *cough*.

- Getting involved in awkward conversations with prospective students and their parents. Good practice for future life, navigating through these things.

- Having no clue where the science presentation things were. Always nice to be able to be the focus of comedic relief, even if I am being laughed at.

- Which leads on to finding out more about the uni, as I had no idea where half the stuff I was asked was.

- Spending time with Ambassador dudes and dudettes. Despite the dirt I dish at them, they are top, top people.

I wish this could be my permanent weekend job. Would be better than a lot of ones out there.

Word of the Day: Open Day